June Winchester headed
down the hallway with an urgency she had never before experienced.
How could this have happened? What was her brother thinking?
Scratch that, he hadn't been thinking clearly for about five years
now.

June came to an abrupt
stop outside Room 415 of the pediatric unit of St. Carmen's
Hospital in Ashton, Michigan. There was an unusual group of men
gathered outside the door engaged in hushed and intense conversation.
June caught the words "we don't know anything about her" and
"he never should have used the kids" coming from a couple of the
men.

"Excuse me," June
needed to get by these men and into room 415. "I'm here to see
my nephews." The entire group froze and glared at her in unison.
Well, June thought, if looks could kill I'd be six feet under for
sure.

"Listen guys, you are
in my way. Excuse me." She moved to brush past the group and
entered the room. Two young boys were sitting on the hospital bed,
both looked dirty and bruised. The youngest looked up and dropped
the hand of the other boy as he jumped off the bed and launched
himself at his aunt. "June!"

June bent down and lifted
the young boy who had latched his arms around her neck and legs
around her waist. He dug his head into her neck and sobbed.
"Shhhh, baby, it's okay." She cooed as she smoothed soft
circles on his back and dropped kisses into his dirty hair.

"June…daddy's
dead…Dean won't talk to me… Junie why won't Dean talk to me?"
Sam's little five year old body was wracking with sobs so hard
that she could hardly make out what he was saying. She kept
muttering soothing noises into his ear as she moved slowly to the
bed. Walking with the boy attached to her like a turtle shell on
backwards was not easy. She managed to make it to the side of the
bed and eased herself down to the older boy. "Dean? Dean, honey?"
She asked.

Dean's expression was
blank. He was staring off to a spot on the wall as if his eyes were
drawn there by a powerful magnet. He didn't acknowledge her
presence, he said nothing, registered no emotion.

"See…he won't talk
to me!" Sammy wailed and clung even more tightly to his aunt.

June could see that Dean
was most likely in shock. What she couldn't begin to understand
was why her nine year old nephew was perched on the side of the bed,
in filthy clothes and looking battered and bloody. It had taken her
nearly 6 hours to get to the hospital after the phone call from
someone named Jim who claimed to be a friend of her brother's. He
had told her that there had been a terrible accident and John was
killed, the boys were in the hospital and needed her. What the hell
had been going on for the last 6 hours that no one had helped her
nephew?

Just then one of the
group hovering at the door came forward. June registered that he was
wearing a clergyman's collar and had the look of genuine concern.
June automatically placed one hand on Dean's shoulder and held fast
to Sammy with the other. "Who are you?" she asked.

"I'm sorry, I should
have introduced myself sooner." The man slowly approached and drew
a chair forward so he was sitting in front of June. "My name is
James Murphy, I'm a pastor at The Church of the River in Blue
Earth, Minnesota. I'm the person who spoke with you on the phone."
June inclined her head slightly indicating he should continue.

"John Winchester was a
good friend of mine. We were involved in the same…organization…for
lack of a better word. I'm very sorry but your brother was killed
yesterday by a very disturbed individual who had abducted Dean. John
died saving his son." June tried to process what she was hearing.
She felt the slightest tremor run through Dean at his words and
turned her head to see that his gaze had shifted away from the
invisible magnet on the wall to his muddy socks instead. Hot, fat
tears were dropping from his eyes as he wept soundlessly.

June moved her arm from
Dean's shoulder and reached around him, pulling him to her side.
Dean tipped into her shoulder, burying his head under her chin his
tears dampening her shirt and mixing with those of his little
brother. June closed her eyes, causing the dampness that had built
up to run down her own face. She held each boy tightly to her and
allowed them to shed the tears that she knew needed to be shed.
Answers could wait. She needed to help her nephews and right now
this was the only thing she new to do, hold them, murmur loving words
to them and let them know she was there.

While June's mind was
occupied with comforting her nephews she failed to notice the doctor
and two hulking orderlies until she heard speaking in the room.

"The older boy, hold
him down." The doctor indicated to one of the orderlies who in
turn approached the bed.

Dean released his aunt
and backed up to the head of the bed, his eyes wild with terror.

"Just who are you and
what in the hell are you doing?" June asked while setting Sammy
gently on the bed. "Stay with your brother Sammy." Sam
immediately scooted up to the head of the bed and put his hand
protectively on Dean's shaking shoulder. June turned back to the
doctor and pegged him as a weasel. She had no patience left to deal
with a little weasel.

"Who are you?" the
weasel asked.

"I'm pretty sure I
asked you first. But if it will help speed things along I'll
introduce myself. I'm June Winchester. John Winchester was my
brother. Sam and Dean are my nephews."

The weasel again
indicated to the orderly with a nod of his head that he was to
restrain Dean.

"Listen bucko," June
said advancing on the weasel, "I have just driven like a crazy
person for over 6 hours to get here. I'm tired. I'm hungry.
I'm the last adult member of my family left alive on this earth to
care for my nephews. I'm pretty sure I have one nerve left and you
are bouncing on it like a trampoline. I want to know what is going
on, NOW!"

Jim Murphy had moved back
to the doorway, joining the other hunters holding their impromptu
vigil guarding John Winchester's young sons until they were sure
they were going to be safe. They all watched in awe the scene
unfolding before them.

"I'm Dr. Timms, the
resident on call." Well, the weasel speaks, June thought. "Your
nephew has been combative since arriving here and refuses to let
anyone near him. He injured one of my nurses earlier, gave her a
bloody nose. We need to restrain him, sedate him and then evaluate
his injuries."

"Did you just here that
snap?" June asked the confused looking doctor. "That was the
sound of that last nerve I had left breaking." June advanced on the
doctor, poking him in the chest as she spoke. "I don't give a
rats rear end if Dean gave some stupid nurse a bloody nose." Poke.
"He is a nine year old you who just witnessed his father's
murder." Poke. "Six hours! I know for a fact that these
children have been here for over t six hours!" Poke. "You are
actually telling me that these two injured children, these two
traumatized children, haven't received medical attention, IN A
HOSPITAL, because you were afraid to approach them after they gave a
nurse a bloody nose? WHAT THE HELL KIND OF PLACE IS THIS?" June
had built up a full head of steam now.

"Listen here miss."
The weasel doctor stammered. "I don't much care for how you are
speaking to me."

"Really? I don't
think I could care less if I'm hurting your feelings. Listen here,
Dr. Timms, I don't want you or your goons anywhere near my nephews.
Do you understand? I want a pediatrician in this room in 10
minutes. I want the attending physician you report to in this room
in 10 minutes! I will start calling the media, the American Medical
Association, the Michigan Board of Medical Ethics, and anyone else I
can get on the phone to report the gross negligence these children
have received at your hand. Do I make myself clear?" June threw
in one final poke for good measure. "I want to know what the hell
is going on here and ..NOW!"

The doctor and orderlies
scurried past the men in the doorway, if they had tails they would
have been firmly tucked between their legs. Jim reached out and put
a hand on the shoulder of his friend. "Bobby, I don't think we
have to worry about the boys." He said with a smile.

June felt like she had
walked into the middle of some bad movie. After more than six hours
in a hospital how could an injured child not receive medical
attention? She watched the weasel scurry down the hall and glanced
over to the group of men hovering near the door. After giving each
of the boys a reassuring hug she quickly ventured toward the door and
addressed the men, being careful to remain within sight and hearing
of her young nephews.

"Okay, what's the
story with you guys?" She glanced around the semi circle at the
unique gathering. The pastor was still inside the room near a stout
and sturdy bearded man wearing a greasy trucker cap and well worn
clothes. He watched her carefully, only breaking eye contact to
glance at the boys. The others were a variety of scruffy, tired
looking men.

"Well, I'm waiting."
June could hear the edge in her own voice but really didn't care
at this point. At the moment she felt as if her life was the white
sand in an hourglass and six hours earlier all the sand had slipped
into the bottom of the glass, with the phone call from Pastor Jim the
hourglass had been turned upside down and she was in a whole new
world.

Pastor Jim stepped
forward and placed his hand gently on June's back. "Ms.
Winchester, we were helping your brother after Dean was abducted. We
represent a unique organization that your brother was a part of.
Another good friend of your brother's, Bobby Singer." Jim nodded
toward Bobby, who in turn tipped his hat in June's direction .
Each of the other men in turn nodded to the young woman, seeming to
take direction from Pastor Jim and Bobby Singer.

"Any chance you can
tell me why the boys haven't received medical attention?"

"Yeah," Bobby
answered, "Dr. Timm is a dick."

June gave a tired smile.
"No argument here. I would like to know what happened to my
brother though. I especially would also like to know why no one told
me my nephew was missing in the first place." June didn't miss
the glances exchanged between the men.

"We can explain
everything in detail after the boys are taken care of." The last
few days were catching up with Pastor Jim and there was an undeniable
weariness in his voice. "The abbreviated version is a very bad
man named Dick Johnson abducted Dean from the playground at the
apartment complex John was living at with the boys. The authorities
weren't having much success finding them. John called us, our
organization sort of specializes in helping people in situations when
the normal authorities can't. We all underestimated the evil
Johnson was capable of. We don't really know the details of what
happened. We know John found where he was keeping Dean and stormed
the cabin without waiting for back-up from us or the authorities.
Things went wrong. John was wounded trying to save Dean, Johnson was
killed. John died of his injuries before medical attention could
arrive." Jim finished and pinched the bridge of his nose, he felt
a monster headache coming on.

June looked back into the
hospital room at the two boys huddled on the bed. Something was
definitely off about this whole thing but her concern for the care of
her nephews was more important to her than the bulldozer sized holes
in the story she was just told. "How long was Dean with this
Johnson guy?"

"Three days." Bobby
replied. "Child Protection Services haven't allowed us to talk
to Dean, they threatened us with arrest if we tried to speak to him.
That's why we are hovering around the room like a bunch of idiots.
Pastor Jim here was given a little more leeway being clergy and all.
The CPS woman will be back shortly I'm sure."

Just then they were
interrupted by a group of men in white coats stomping down the hall
in their direction. The leader of the pack was an elderly and tired
looking man with a stethoscope draped around his neck and black
rimmed glasses sliding down his nose. His name badge indicated he
was William Schwebel, M.D.

"I understand there is
some sort of disturbance here?" Dr. Schwebel said approaching
June.

"Dr. Schwebel," June
began "my I ask your position here?"

"I'm head of
pediatrics. Dr. Timms said you were causing quite a bit of trouble."
Dr. Schwebel was not pleased at having his early breakfast
interrupted. He was even less pleased that it was interrupted by Dr.
Timms, his least favorite resident.

June was completely fed
up with the situation. "Dr. Schwebel are you aware of the
situation involving my nephews? I arrive after traveling for over
six hours to find my traumatized nephews alone in a room having
apparently received no medical attention."

Dr. Schwebel glanced past
June to the two young children huddled on the bed. He looked back at
Dr. Timms and wondered what he had done to deserve being saddled with
such a poor excuse for a pediatrician. However, Dr. Schwebel was
also aware that he needed to tread very carefully with the young
woman in front of him. It was obvious there was a serious potential
for future legal action here.

"Ms. ..?"

"Winchester. My name
is June Winchester. I am the sister of John Winchester, the boy's
father."

"I see. Would you mind
telling me what your concerns are Ms. Winchester?"

"Dr. Timms felt it was
necessary to deny my nephews medical attention because Dean, in his
distraught condition, gave a nurse a bloody nose. I would appreciate
my nephews receiving medical attention. I also want to make it
perfectly clear that Dr. Timms is not to be involved in any way."
June was trying to be restrained, it was obvious the elderly doctor
had no idea what had transpired earlier.

"Ms. Winchester, I will
personally see to the medical needs of these children. I assume you
would like to be present for the exam?" Dr. Schwebel was himself
trying to restrain the increasing anger he was feeling toward Dr.
Timms. What the hell had he been thinking?

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